Breaking The Rules

9

Days quickly turned into weeks and before long I had made it 2 months on the job. Life became a whole lot easier and I had made friends with the entire staff at the hospital.

It felt good to finally work for a living and not have to depend on my parents for money and as I walked to the ATM at half past six at night, I sunk my fingers deeper into my jeans to combat the cold.

I needed to take out just enough money to do my monthly shopping and a bit extra for when I needed to hang out with some of the staff that went drinking on our synced days off.

It was a bright Friday evening with the full moon just starting to show and I slowly made my way into the empty ATM. The gang violence of the past few months had long died down and everyone seemed to be enjoying the little peace before everything was sure to go back to hell.

Humming the lyrics to a Lady Gaga song that screamed through my AirPods, I pocketed my cash and walked the short distance to the supermarket. This month I decided to buy some staples to go along with my infamous ramen and lentils and so I walked with my reusable bag as the cashier began scanning the mountain of items.

I gave the boy who looked about my age a small thanks before exiting and made my way home where I packed away the groceries, showered, pocketed my phone, keys and money before waiting on my taxi to come pick me up.

The middle aged man gave me a once over before heading for the bar and I knew he wanted to ask what a guy like me was doing living in an area like that but he withheld his question. Thanking him, I made my fast exit before an excited and slightly drunk Mickala waved me over. She stood near the entrance, dressed entirely in black and I smiled at how carefree she was. The skirt was a mini leather with strings on her waist that I could only assume was her underwear and the croquet top did nothing to conceal the black bikini bra she wore.

"Hello my love." She giggled as she hugged me, bouncing up and down and causing me to do so.

"Hey. I see you've started partying without me."

"It's after 9. We got here since 7, of course we started drinking."

I rolled my eyes and offered her a small smile as we headed into the semi crowded bar. There was a private section where a few of the staff were at and I smiled as they waved us over.

"Shawn, Miguel, Stacy, Denise. You guys haven't officially met him but this is Zachary. He's a really sweet guy and I hope we can all get along."

The guy named Miguel lifted his head in greeting before shoving a Heineken in my hand and I was pulled to sit next to Mickala.

Most of the night was spent downing shots as more people came and I paced myself with cutters and water in between. If it was one thing I could do, it was handle my liquor. I downed my 4th glass of vodka mixed with lime and mint before heading to take a piss.

On my way back to the table I noticed Mickala locked in an intense make out session with a girl and I stared shocked before a tall, brown eyed man caught the corner of my eyes.

Nick was coming down the stairs from the staff only area and our eyes connected just as he reached the bottom. He immediately smiles before calling me over and being the stupid man I was, I followed without a second thought.

As soon as I made it outside I saw Nick standing near a black Bluebird, hands shoved in his pockets from the coldness of the night.